After all is said and done I still wonder. Like something was not finished in this. Through all the bull shit and hurt my comfort zone still remains. The side of everyone that secretly likes the pain. Pain that helps you feel alive. Pain that I secretly love. I cannot admit myself to this lunacy as much as I do love it. My good old friend depression smiles at me through the mirror and asks me to stay the night. I fear I may give in. You beckon to me so sweetly your voice whispers in my ear. The temptation grows so greatly. My sweetheart, my love.. Go away, for I cannot stand the sight of you any longer.
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